FIRE AND ICE - ROBB STARK X TARGARYEN OC

The yellow city

valyrian
Common tongue
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Rhaenya, Daenerys, Ser Jorah Mormont, Nizam, Ser Arthur Dayne, Ser Barristan Selmy, Olyos and Gannicus walk across the rocky and arid landscape. An impressive city lies in the distance among the mountains.

"Yunkai. The Yellow City." Says Ser Jorah.

"The Yunkish train bed slaves, not soldiers. We can defeat them." Added Ser Arthur Dayne with Ser Barristan nodding in agreement.

"On the field, with ease. But they won't meet us on the field. They have provisions, patience, and strong walls. If they're wise, they'll hide behind those walls and chip away at us, man by man." Gannicus warned his queen.

"I don't want half our forces killed before I've crossed the Narrow Sea. Besides there is always another way other than violence, whether it will work, now that is the question." Said the young queen, still looking at the city of bed slaves.

"We don't need Yunkai, your grace. Taking this city will not bring you any closer to Westeros or the Iron Throne." Jorah spoke up.

"How many slaves are there in Yunkai?" Daenerys asked, after what had happened in Astapor and hearing what had gone down in Mereen, the Khaleesi knew her niece would not let a single slave in chains, and Daenerys agreed, after living the way she did with Viserys, she wanted to stop anyone from being a slave.

"Two hundred thousand if not more." Answered Jorah.

"Then we have Two hundred thousand reasons to take the city." Added Olyos.

"Gannicus send a man to the city gates. Tell the slavers I will receive them here, and accept their surrender. Otherwise, Yunkai will suffer the same fate as Astapor and the good magisters of Myr." Ordered Rhaenya.

Gannicus nods, then turns and exits.

A bit later the Unsullied come to attention. Led by a drummer and flanked by guards, a brightly colored palaquin carrying Radzal Mo Eraz passes through.

He surveys the Unsullied who speckle the rough landscape. The chains of the slaves who bear his load rattle as they walk. More slaves bear ornate chests as they walk. They reach the camp where Rhaenya waits to receive them, with Daenerys, Ser Jorah, Arthur, Nizam and Barristan Selmy. Her aunt's dragons with them while the queen's dragons flew outside the tent, being watched over by Gannicus and Olyos. The slaves lower the palaquin. Radzal Mo Eraz steps out and is greeted by Missandei.

"Now comes the noble Razdal mo Eraz of that ancient and honorable house, master of men and speaker to savages, to offer terms of peace."

The dragons screech in warning as Razdal Mo Eraz approaches nervously.

"Noble lord, you are in the presence of Rhaenya Dragonheart of house Targaryen Queen of the Andals, the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lady of the Seven Kingdoms, Protector of the Realm protector of the people, mother of dragons. And Daenerys Stormborn of house Targaryen Khaleesi of the great grass sea, mother of dragons, the unburnt and breaker of chains." Missandei presents the man.

"You may approach. Sit." Ordered the young queen.

A Dothraki woman presents a chair for Radzal Mo Eraz, and he sits. Missandei in her polite fashion asks if the master wishes anything.

"Will the noble lord take refreshment?"

The man simply nods at her, never taking his eyes off the young queen and khaleesi, and as Missandei pours him some wine. Radzal Mo Eraz drinks, before telling Rhaenya.

"Ancient and glorious is Yunkai. Our empire was old before dragons stirred in old Valyria. Many an army has broken against our walls. You shall find no easy conquest here, dragon queen"